Recently, Tara had just wrapped up on her latest VA gig and decided to take a break from work to relax. At first, she was stumped for ideas, but then she was informed of this strangely named spa resort. Though initially skeptically, the Canadian-American actress eventually heeded the praise that many of its clientele heaped on it online, and gave it a shot.
Right now, the blonde left her car, having driven away from the city for a solid hour a reach her destination, and got a first hand look at her vacation spot.
"'The Fat Farm'?" Veteran Voice Actress Tara Strong asked to herself, reading aloud the sign that bared the moniker of this establishment in big silver letters. As far as she could tell, neither aspects of the name fit the spa itself at all. It looked just any other spa that Tara could have gone to, complete with the typical pool and hotel additions, and she had yet to encounter anyone here who could be considered 'fat'. Tara raised an eyebrow in confusion, believing that she may have taken to wrong turn in that fork in the road some odd miles back.
However, sheer curiosity compelled her to continue and she walked through the front doors into a large reception area. There a rotund redhead with blue eyes, freckles, rectangular, black-rimmed glasses and a ponytail sat at the front check in desk, toiling away on a computer. For some reason, the woman's dull white coat was muddied with sweat stains on her armpits and food stains everywhere else.
"Well, it is 90 degrees, and she might've just had a big lunch." Tara mentally rationalized. "Still, one would think that she'd have a backup coat just in case."
"Hello!"
That greeting brought the blonde out of her thoughts, and she walked toward the smiling receptionist.
"Hi. I'd like to sign up. My name is Tara Strong."
"Wait, you're THE Tara Strong?!" The receptionist gasped. "Oh My God! I'm your biggest fan!"
The 44-year-old chuckled lightly. She was used to reactions like this whenever someone recognized her. It was cute to be honest and actually pretty funny.
"Thank you..." Tara squinted her eyes to read the employee's name tag. "...Carrie." Then, she turned her head to get a better view of the inside, which was no less ordinary in appearance than exterior of the spa. "I take it that this is the Fat Farm that I heard such great things about. I don't know why it's called that though."
"Before, this was just a farm built by a wealthy family, but it was sold and converted into a spa." Carrie explained giddily. "Now, it's a paradise where women can just rest and relax! Well, anyway, for you, the first week of our treatments here is absolutely free! That is, if you'd like to try it."
Tara pondered her choices. She didn't want to abuse her celebrity credentials to get preferential treatment. It was a cliche negative stereotype which she had no desire to perpetuate, and on top of that, it just felt a little wrong. However, something was motioning her to play the "I'm famous" card, just this once, though she could not place her finger on it.
"I'd love that." Tara agreed.
"Great! Here are your choices in our activity pamphlet." Carrie said, handing a small pamphlet to Tara.
"Thank you. *BBBhhuurrrpp!*" Tara replied before getting cut off by a short, yet loud belch. It reeked of the two Diet Pepsi and Coca-Cola cans that she had on the way here. "Excuse me. That just slipped out." The blonde giggled nervously with blushing cheeks and her right hand covering her mouth too late. Surprisingly, the receptionist also let out a giggle, though hers sounded like genuine amusement.
"Don't worry about that, Miss Strong. Everyone does it, including me." To prove her point, Carrie casually belted a belch that put Tara's to shame. It carried (pun intended) a scent of digested pizza, hot dogs, burgers, soda, and other food and drink that the vocal artist could not immediately identify, and was putrid enough to make her fan away the incoming fumes. She flinched at the sound of the burp, which roared with enough force to ruffle Tara's signature golden locks. The length was also impressive, clocking in at three seconds - triple the duration of Tara's comparatively minor eructation.
"Wow..." Tara muttered, earning another giggle from Carrie.
"See, we all let out some tiny puffs of air, so you shouldn't feel bad." The ginger reassured.
"'Tiny puffs of air'?" Tara thought, incredulous and a bit miffed that she was so easily out-burped. "Mine was just an accident. If I could work one up on command, I'd have won. Wait, why am I thinking about that?"
"Y-you're right." She said, regaining her composure. "Thanks for the... uh, advise."
"You're welcome, and the treatment are down the first hall on the right."
"Thank you, and please, you can just call me Tara." The VA said as she walked down the hall.
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Tara arrived in her room, glad to finally get this week of R&R started. She had met a few people on her way here. They were all nice, though their figures were at the very least pudgy and at most morbidly obese. However, Tara was not one to judge people based solely on appearance, as that was another stereotype which she did not want to legitimize (though given what occurred earlier, that might not last long).
"Hmm, that must mean that the food here is good, right?" She quipped in solitude. "And speaking of food..." She pulled out the brochure provided to her by Carrie and gave it a good reading. There, she reviewed some options that caught her eye.
"Well, the mud bath sounds nice and relaxing, but I skipped breakfast and lunch today, and the buffet looks delicious."
After thinking for a bit, she decided to go to the...
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